You were always such an upbeat soul, never letting anyone get in the way of crushing your dreams. We met in a trailer made for a fifth grade class, and I instantly
fell for you. Young love, they say, doesn't always last. At the end of the year I had to move back up to Georgia, and leaving you behind was my worst fear. I never lost contact with you, thanks to
E-Mail, and we stayed just as close. You moved to Texas the next year, and for a long time we didn't speak. We seemed to forget about each other, until one day in seventh grade I got a Facebook and
looked you up. We started talking again, and you had changed so much. I asked you why you were Emo, and you told me everything. I never yelled, I didn't want to be a hypocrite (yes i did it too).
After a breakup you wanted to end your life, but you held on for me. I told you for the first time that I loved you, and you said it back. I was still in love with you, even after five years. I
messaged you every day, cheering you up and making you forget about your troubles. Without you, my world would be nothing, and when I saw you post that awful letter of how you couldn't do it
anymore, I ran to my bathroom and cried for two hours straight. I messaged you saying how much I loved you and to never give up on me because if you gave up on me I would give up on me too. For two
days you never responded, and by the third day I was starting to believe you were gone. I was on the brink of slashing my skin when I heard the faint noise of a message. I checked and it was you.
Relief came over me, and I cried happy tears. You told me how you loved me, and you now loved life. I told you that Love is life. If you love love, you love life as well. <3